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Ch9 (Meanwhile on Coruscant)
All was going according to plan. The Sith Lord lowered his hood, all that was left now was to take care of a few nuisances and then report of his success to Darth Plagues, his master. To secure his position as supreme chancellor his rival's hand had to be sliced off, figuratively speaking of course. He however need not dirty his hands. Nor stoop to abase himself by taking out the trash. He had apprentices for that, and one in particular was extremely good at assassinations.
He stood in front of his holoprojector, and began the transmission. It was received, his apprentices face red with black tattoos appeared.
"My Lord, what is your wish?" The image of his apprentice flickered. Ah! The punishment he had exacted to his apprentice was glorifying. He could sense Maul's fear and hate. This time however failure would mean death.
"I hope you are in good humor apprentice, there is much to be done."
"I await you orders." Came the curt reply. This was his chance to redeem himself for his latest failure, he would prove his worth, and it was a matter of more than just honor, otherwise he'd sent Xanatos to eliminate him.
"I hope you have already seen the good news on the holonet. The senate is in uproar, with Valorem's, hasty removal as supreme chancellor. There are protests on the streets. The force is with us apprentice. However to my great displeasure I have heard that I am not the only one to apply for this position. Bail Antilles, representative of Alderaan and Ainlee Teem, representative of Malastare have been lobbying for months to attain their position."
"Why not just kill them then?" His apprentice inquired. It would be simple and awfully satisfying to rip through flesh and bask in the embrace of the darkness would it not be? Ah his apprentice still had much to learn.
"Why not indeed?" his voice was rich with sarcasm. "It would seem too suspicious my dear apprentice if my competition was eliminated the day preceding the elections." Even a fool would be able to see that.
"What must be done?" His apprentice dutifully asked.
"I believe it is time to send a message to the Jedi. You have three targets Darth Maul. Kaia Kol Twii'lek representative of Tython and a staunch supporter of Bail, the rattaki emissary Josel Var, and Andel hek head of the Naboo intergalactic negotiations. Leave scraps as evidence. You have till dawn. May the dark side of the force be with you."
His apprentice bowed. The transmission ended. All that was now left to do was to recall Xantise from Naboo. He had been extremely disappointed that only one of the Jedi had been killed. No matter all others would follow sooner or later. He smiled ah yes it would be a glorious fire one that would burn down the temple and the accursed living of the blessed light.
Senator Kaia Kol sighed and drummed her fingers impatiently on the table. How could Senator Aresian expect her to publicly announce that the terrorist attack on Tython was caused by loyalists to Ainlee Teem's cause? Granted they might have had a hand in other attacks, however she had no solid evidence and speculations and accusations would not give the case any strength to enter any court let alone the Galactic one. And Senator Bail Antilles was not completely innocent in his dealings as well she should know. She just hoped there would be insufficient evidence to remove him from running for Chancellor.
She requested dinner a droid; T4V3 dutifully brought her Corellian brandy and Alderonian Kofus. People she couldn't trust. After her last fiasco on Balmorra she fired all her staff and replaced them with droids. Very secure droids, that couldn't be sliced. She took a look at her security cameras as a tradition before eating; you never could be too sure. The screens were clear. Her droids were standing guard dutifully as ever monitoring her protection. She would have to wake up at five to speak with Mila her little eight year old. After her divorce, nasty since the media shoved its meaty paws into her break up, she had received custody of her daughter. The time difference between her and Tython would make the transmission somewhere around the time after her daughter finished her school day. She took a sip of the Brandy. This would be a long night, she skimmed through a file, and maybe she would find something.
Suddenly the alarm over camera three resounded. She got up. This was strange, a malfunction maybe? She walked over to her security screen paneled into her wall. The Camera was off! This made no sense. She picked up her comm.
"Droid captain Td4 come in!" She heard static. A break in? This was bad. She commed security through her link. Static! This was bad really bad! Suddenly on Camera thirty seven she saw him, or it. It wielded some sort off double sided saber like the Jedi did! But it was red. It was slicing up droids right and left. Then the Camera went out! What was the meaning of this? Cold sweat began to form at her palms. She had droids lots of them. They should keep her safe. She hoped. She fumbled for her blaster. It was under her pillow. She needed to hide, escape.
There was nowhere to go. No she had credits. Three million credits. She would reason with this hunter, pay it off. Stay alive and speak with her daughter. She couldn't die not know. She heard thuds, faintly, getting louder. She shuddered, and sat down taking a sip of her brandy to calm herself down. She was a politician. She had been in similar situations before.
She suddenly remembered her blaster doors! How could she have forgotten! She ran and slammed the button on her security system. The blaster doors sealed shut. She sighed in relief. There was no getting past those blaster proof doors. She waited. The thuds and blasters grew louder. Suddenly all was silent. The blast doors held! Something crashed through the window!
"W…What do you want?" she sputtered! This, man he had orange eyes like fire. He smiled at her, a smile of pure ecstasy.
"Whoever paid you I'll double it! Just tell me who it was!" She hoped she hadn't sounded desperate.
"No, one hired me," he shrugged, "it's nothing personal."
"No wait please I have three million credits in this case! Please take it! I have a daughter just pleased," she whimpered as he edged closer, "D…don't kill me." It was hot; her heart was pounding so hard she felt sick in the stomach. This was nothing like the movies she watched where the senator reasoned with the rugged bounty hunter and they married in the end! This was, this was reality!
The weapon of judgment lifted itself and swung. This was for the three hundred Cathar refugees she refused to allow into Tython. For the five hundred twi'leks she couldn't afford to free from the Hutt Cartel, this was retribution. Mila please forgive me.
The blade sung. The green twi'lek head rolled at his feet. One down, two more to go.
As a note for the previous chapter: Those of you wondering about Qui-Gon and his personality remember that Qui Gon became a better and wiser man because he apprenticed Kenobi. In this case however he has not grown to the same extent as in the cannon.
Also those of you who don't know who Darth plagues is since he never appeared in the movie, in the books he was Palpatine's master, whome Palpatine kills after his acceptance as supreme chancellor in the senate. About the cliffhanger teeheehee this author will soon reveal her wrath:P
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